As I organize my thoughts through an area I reach through meditation in which I can train, organize my thoughts, and talk to myself without looking crazy, aptly named "The Temple" because it looks like the empty Jedi temple I start training.
Slash
Stab
BackhandMy thoughts wander as I train against a mindscape version of a temple guard.
CRUNCH
I realize that I just got my leg kicked in, bent in an extremely unnatural position, I don't scream, it would be useless, my leg didn't break in the real world.
Y/N: Stop the training!
I yell to the temple guard, so, he backs down. I stand back up and my leg begins to heal , so I decide to go over the briefing of my first mission with my master, Aayla Secura, I haven't heard much about master Secura, one thing I have heard, she's a damn good duelist, I look forward to learning.
I've been great friends with padawan Ahsoka Tano, not to say that she's my only friend, I'm relatively popular among the rest of the padawans. It's about time for me to leave The Temple and back into my chambers.
3rd person POV
As padawan (Y/N L/N) awakens from his assumed slumber, his droid BD-88, (Y/N) would turn on and leave the charging port he sleeps at in (Y/N)'s room and would start stepping on him to wake him up.
(Y/N) POV
Y/N: Owwwwww, stop that, BD
I got up and put BD-88 on his back and walked out the door just to realize that I don't need to be up right now, I won't be able to go to sleep anyway so I go over to the temple training grounds to work on my conditioning, who said Jedi can't look good while fighting a war?
3rd person POV
As (Y/N) works out there is someone watching him from a different time, admiring his dedication to training and his health.
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The First to Fall (Star Wars X Male Reader) [SOON TO BE WORKED ON AGAIN]
FanfictionWhy do we fight? This is (Y/N) (L/N)'s reason, determination. The story of his rise and fall, and his redemption. The reason that he lived through The Clone Wars and the purge. Part of The Fall verse I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS...